At Three and a Half, I Have Eight Hundred Tricks Up My Sleeve to Deal with the Worst of the Worst

In her previous life, Lin Tangtang was the heir to a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. When she opened her eyes, she had become a “money-losing burden” in the 1970s, sold off by her own grandmother for two jin of cornmeal.

From the start, it was hell mode: her father, Lin Ye, had a crippled leg and a dead heart, and was holding a kitchen knife, ready to die along with his whole family.

Faced with an empty house and a crazy father who wanted to kill himself at any moment, Lin Tangtang sighed, toddled over on her short legs, and punched the huge rock in front of her to pieces. “Daddy, hungry. Want food.”

Lin Ye: “…” The knife clattered from his hand.

From then on, a strange thing happened in the village.

The gloomy, frightening cripple Lin Ye was completely wrapped around the finger of a three-year-old girl.

Lin Ye didn't want to live? Tangtang said, “Widow Wang next door says she wants to marry you and be my stepmom.”

Lin Ye sprang to his feet. “I'm going out to earn money right now!”

Lin Ye's leg hurt so badly he could hardly stand? Tangtang's little hands pressed all over it (she was actually giving him acupuncture). “Daddy, go away, pain!”

The next day, Lin Ye, who had been paralyzed for two years, stood up!

The villagers were waiting to laugh at them, but before long the Lin family had a red-brick house, Lin Ye had become a ten-thousand-yuan household, and he was spoiling the soft, adorable little girl rotten.

Lin Ye set his daughter on his shoulders and declared arrogantly, “Anyone who lays a hand on my girl, I'll break them!”

The villagers trembled: This isn't raising a daughter, it's worshipping an ancestor!